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Cuartito Techero: August 2009
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These were all written on a typewriter in a little attic apartment in Berkeley, California. It was a year of confusion and sporadic clarity; a year of many disagreements with Mr. Monday and the mirror, but I had many friends, good friends. We sat in circles in this attic apartment, in this. With this Kafkian obsession. For some Metamorphosis to have mercy. On our souls,. For our mirrors to wither,. For our hands to loose. Of egocentrical dirty fingernails,. Of cuddled decadent livers. Who whisper and hiss.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: A Pleasant Stroll
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Monday, October 5, 2009. New York, October, 2009. The subway wails under the asphalt. Pushing out all the rancid air of the underground. Through the metal grates. Outside, lovers,. Taut with their limbs and organs,. Velvet each other under the vigilance of a lamppost. Fumes everyone’s vehemence and loneliness. Into the high gray infinite. Skyscrapers aim sharp hornets. At the same constant, unreachable sky,. Who hangs heavy like a manatee. The lion licks his paw.
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La mesa más redonda del Café de Nicanor: La colmena (preludio)
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La mesa más redonda del Café de Nicanor. En la punta de la lengua de Nebrija. Monday, May 3, 2010. Con cada golpe de astucia. Vislumbré una cumbre,. Con cada golpe de suerte. Driblé la metódica muerte. Por cada paso un error. Aunque siempre con razón). Qué más da un par de obsesiones veniales:. Canicas, abejas, panteras, linces,. Enormes fábricas, columpios, alas,. Noches, agua, precipicios, ventanas. 191;En qué quirófano arbitrario vivimos dormidos? Sobre el lomo de un tigre,. Sobre un globo de agua,.
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La mesa más redonda del Café de Nicanor: May 2010
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La mesa más redonda del Café de Nicanor. En la punta de la lengua de Nebrija. Monday, May 3, 2010. Con cada golpe de astucia. Vislumbré una cumbre,. Con cada golpe de suerte. Driblé la metódica muerte. Por cada paso un error. Aunque siempre con razón). Qué más da un par de obsesiones veniales:. Canicas, abejas, panteras, linces,. Enormes fábricas, columpios, alas,. Noches, agua, precipicios, ventanas. 191;En qué quirófano arbitrario vivimos dormidos? Sobre el lomo de un tigre,. Sobre un globo de agua,.
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La mesa más redonda del Café de Nicanor: Mis sentidos en tiempos de cielo fruncido
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La mesa más redonda del Café de Nicanor. En la punta de la lengua de Nebrija. Wednesday, February 24, 2010. Mis sentidos en tiempos de cielo fruncido. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Critical Essays and Reviews. With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Veneno de gitano en norteamérica. Mis sentidos en tiempos de cielo fruncido. View my complete profile.
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Cuartito Techero: Rimbaud, Verlaine and Some of My Friends
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These were all written on a typewriter in a little attic apartment in Berkeley, California. It was a year of confusion and sporadic clarity; a year of many disagreements with Mr. Monday and the mirror, but I had many friends, good friends. We sat in circles in this attic apartment, in this. With this Kafkian obsession. For some Metamorphosis to have mercy. On our souls,. For our mirrors to wither,. For our hands to loose. Of egocentrical dirty fingernails,. Of cuddled decadent livers. Who whisper and hiss.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: August 2010
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Thursday, August 5, 2010. Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second Before. Granada, March 23, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Los Fantasmas de Camaron y Paco. Philosophical Essays and Commentary. Critical Essays and Reviews. En la lengua de Nebrija. Cuartito Techero / Berkeley Attic / La Chambre. The Love of Zero. Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomeg. Las malas companias fueron las mejores. View my complete profile.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: October 2009
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Monday, October 5, 2009. New York, October, 2009. The subway wails under the asphalt. Pushing out all the rancid air of the underground. Through the metal grates. Outside, lovers,. Taut with their limbs and organs,. Velvet each other under the vigilance of a lamppost. Fumes everyone’s vehemence and loneliness. Into the high gray infinite. Skyscrapers aim sharp hornets. At the same constant, unreachable sky,. Who hangs heavy like a manatee. The lion licks his paw.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: Fragment on Deviance
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. This is a reflexion on the road of sin. It is a fragment from the second chapter of the novel I have been working on for the past couple of months. It is still just a mirage and who knows if it will ever take a substancial form, for I have a love-hate relationship with long story lines. Here it is, a comment on that deviant road which seems also so seducing. June 20, 2009 at 7:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Critical Essays and Reviews.
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Cuartito Techero: Something Very Personal
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These were all written on a typewriter in a little attic apartment in Berkeley, California. It was a year of confusion and sporadic clarity; a year of many disagreements with Mr. Monday and the mirror, but I had many friends, good friends. We sat in circles in this attic apartment, in this. With this Kafkian obsession. For some Metamorphosis to have mercy. On our souls,. For our mirrors to wither,. For our hands to loose. Of egocentrical dirty fingernails,. Of cuddled decadent livers. Who whisper and hiss.
